Chapter 23: Make It Quick

Selene said, "You remember we talked about compensation right?"

"And what about it?" He finally turned to look at her. "I told you I won’t be sending you back to your father."

"No, no."

She shook her head.

"I have an entirely different request. Will you grant it?"

Dante shoved his hands into the pocket of his pants. "What is it that you want? Money?"

"Money?" Selene scoffed a laugh in disbelief. "Why would I want money from you? I have money. I don’t need a dime from you, Dante."

He tilted his head, displeasure still evident on his face. "Tell me what you want then?"

"Ellenor."

"Ellenor?" He furrowed his brows. "And who is that?"

"One of the cooks in your manor." She explained, "Your mate intends to fire her. But I want her."

"If she wants to fire her, why should I give her to you?"

"Compensation."

She shrugged.

"I’m not just requesting her, Dante. I want it as a compensation, since you won’t send me back to my father. So?"

He proceeded to look her up and down. And then he questioned, "Do you think I should put you above my mate?"

Irritated by that question, Selene dragged her fingers through her hair.

She walked all the way to him until she stood right in front of him. She dropped her head backwards and leveled his gaze, questioning, "What does compensating me have to do with your mate? First your mate is a paranoid woman and then there is you. You’re not my type, Dante. I don’t even like you. What are you trying to insinuate?"

She chuckled, unable to comprehend this nonsense.

"You and your mate...are definitely a one of a kind pair."

"Meaning what?!" Dante’s pheromones spiked so abruptly and rapidly. "You better watch that pretty mouth of your—"

She snatched him by his tie and yanked him down to her height.

He nearly slipped, but caught himself before he could fall over her. Yet, he never tried to get her hand off his tie.

He voluntarily remained in that lowered position, staring at her.

Selene snarked, "An alpha who needs to intimidate those weaker than him with his pheromones is a coward. What do we say about you, hm?" She tightened her grip on his tie. "You’re a supreme alpha and you are trying to intimidate me? What a shame for you. In the end, I’m a Wild Omega, and that simply means I can resist you like no alpha or beta can, so long as I choose to. That’s what makes us Wild Omegas incredible. But it is also why we are treated like outcasts."

She shoved him back, letting go.

"Like I said, I’m not interested in you, Dante, nor will I make any moves on you. All I ask is you compensate me. Give me the maid. I want her."

For a long few seconds, Dante simply peered at her.

He slowly straightened his body and adjusted his loose tie. He threw his head back, exhaled deeply and then asked, "The maid is what you want?"

"Yes."

"Fine. You can have her. However, this closes any room of anymore requests. Giving the maid to you means I have compensated you and this topic will not be brought up anymore. Do we agree?"

Selene nodded her head, satisfied.

"Deal."

She walked away and left the office immediately, leaving him to himself.

Selene walked down the hallway of the building, coming across a few workers every now and then. Eventually, she arrived close to the conference room where she was just about to pass when the sudden voices she heard brought her to a stop.

She stopped walking and quickly plastered herself against the wall to listen in. About three people, two alpha men and a beta woman, were discussing.

"Mavros is more than fit to lead this pack. Dante is far too free. He uses his authority as a supreme alpha upon us and thinks our opinions don’t matter."

"But then...without a supreme alpha as a leader, our pack is weak."

"It is indeed a shame Mavros is no supreme alpha."

One of the two men argued, "Why don’t we just kill the girl?"

"What?" The beta woman’s voice resounded.

"If we just kill off the girl, it will incite a war. Tobias is not going to just sit back and accept the death of his daughter. He will fight back and then... Dante will have no choice but to go to war. We will win for sure and expand our pack, assimilating."

"True. But what if Dante finds out?"

"He won’t. So long as this conversation doesn’t leave this room. Besides, even if he does, what can he do? Kill us? That will create a civil war. No leader should kill his own people for an outsider. So either way we are safe. What do you two say?"

Selene’s face darkened, the blackness of her eyes brightening with a tint of gold in the darkness of her hiding.

It won’t be easy to kill me. Her lips curled.

And a few minutes passed before they collectively agreed.

"We kill the girl."

....

"Madam." A maid hurried over. "Madam." She held a tablet in her grip.

Meris was seated at the dining hall, sets of different meals set across the table.

"You wanted the footage from this morning, madam."

"Give it to me." She reached out her hand.

The maid handed the device over.

As Meris turned it on and logged into it, beginning to scroll through, she asked, "That woman left this morning with him, no?"

"She did, Madam," the maid answered. "Earlier this morning, the Alpha had taken her with him. They boarded the car together."

"I see." Meris nodded. And he didn’t tell me anything. He would usually tell me. Why not? I didn’t even see him leave this morning. Why didn’t he mention to me he’d be taking her with him?

"Have the cameras been installed in Dante’s master bedroom like I asked?"

The maid nodded. "Yes! All that has been done, Madam."

"Very good." She said, "I hear you lots refer to that woman as madam. Never repeat that again."

The maid blinked in confusion. "But...madam, she is the Alpha’s wife. How else could we refer to her other than ma—"

"I am the only one who deserves that respect here, do you understand me? That woman is just a side piece. A trust treaty, nothing more. I am the Alpha’s mate! The only madam in this manor. And soon, I will be the Alpha’s legal wife, the Luna of this pack, got it?!"

"O-of course, madam!" The maid hurriedly nodded.

"Get out."

As soon as the maid was gone, she scrolled through the recorded footage surrounding the manor, choosing the recording from early this morning.

It came up.

Dante dragged Selene outside with her, and she watched as he shoved Selene into the car. They seemed to have a disagreement, but even then, Meris found herself feeling uncomfortable.

This woman seemed to provoke him to no end, but for whatever reason, Dante just tolerates it. And not only that, Dante was not a man easily provoked. He was the kind of man who ignored people most of the time, yet this woman again and again garnered reactions from him.

Unease crawled up her spine.

And just at this moment, her phone vibrated on the table, ringing. She snapped her gaze away from the tablet and picked up the cell. Seeing the name on the screen, she hurriedly answered.

"Mavros? Why...are you calling me? Did something happen?"

[What are you going to do about that girl?]

"Who?"

[The outsider Dante brought in. What was her name again... Ah, Selene]

She frowned. "What about her?"

[She is going to be trouble. And you need to get rid of her, this time without fail]

"Trouble?" She chuckled. "I know I failed to get rid of her last time, but don’t you think you’re overeacting? She’s a wild Omega, Mavros. What sort of trouble could an undesired Omega like her really be?"

[A strong enough trouble actually]

He said.

"So what are you trying to say?" Meris balled her hand as she paced back and forth in her room.

[What I am saying is that if you are smart, you will quickly get rid of her and without fail this time. The way he looks at her...hm...]

Meris froze. "What are you trying to say, Mavros? The way he looks at her, what about the way he looks at her? Explain to me!"

The other side of the phone was quiet for a short while before the voice came again.

[I approached that woman, and I saw Dante’s face. He looked like he would kill me. Those two... You have to do something before it’s too late]

Meris swallowed. "Which...means?"

[She has to die. Find a way...and kill her. Make it quick. This is for your own good]